Time to rise, the water is calling
Each morning the same, yet unique in a way
Gathering your things, optimistic about the day.
Standing on the wharf, gazing on the Harbour view
She�s lovely, she�s beautiful, she�s peaceful and calm
Closing your eyes, you breath the fresh air
You�re content, you�re at ease, you�re at home here.
The purr of the engine awakens your soul
The spray of the water cold, refreshing
This large open sea invokes your commitment
Promising a day full of suspense and excitement.
The buoys are in view, the cod traps await
The sea has been kind, the weather too
Loading the days catch summons your pride
A boat full of fish makes it sure worth the ride.
The sky becomes dark, the sun hides its face
The spry hits the bow, salt hits your lips
You stop, you listen, cautiously alert
You know that this stillness will quickly convert.
From nowhere it seems, the wind appears
Gusting, howling, disrupting with waves
A little uneasy as you near The Head
Hoping your skiff will plug on instead.
Violently crashing, the boat beats about
Fish to the gunnels, a lump in your throat
Side on to the storm, you hope and you pray
God will spare your life once again today.
Not looking behind, eyes fixed straight ahead
Anxiously waiting for this wind to retreat
Knowing in moments your safety is sure
You attempt to envision the Harbour so pure.
Pink Rock never looked so good
Gooseberry Island, a picture of beauty
A sense of relief encompasses your spirit
Realizing your home, you�ve done it, you�ve made it.
A Fisherman�s life, not easy at all
So unpredictable, another adventure
Gratified, happy and completely fulfilled
You�ll greet tomorrow expecting and strong-willed.
By: Joanne Marsh